Home from D.C. at 2330. Home to the house at 0010. Checked clinic box to see when I started tomorrow - saw a message about my OB patient. Opened it. She'd broken her water at 1100.I called the OB floor. She's here, yes. Is she in labor? She's nine centimeters.

I got there right as she started pushing, caught six-twelve of baby boy, pronounced him perfect.I love my job.

I'm almost two years out from medical school, here in Indiana where I was born and grew up. I used to write poetry - still do, sometimes - but now I've taken to spilling my heart out in prose. I'm balancing family, expecting a new baby, and working as a second-year family medicine resident. I'd like to take you along for the ride.

My updates are erratic, dependent on my mood, my current work schedule, and my ability to motivate myself. You are warned.

Expect a narrative of my days on shift. Anticipate good experiences and bad. Almost everything I write, personal or not, is a public entry, so be prepared for things that you don't quite understand.

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